Starting with the five four or six o'clock

What's this happiness playing all inside, rounding and dancing like they were in a great ball, the time is always right in here, and i like your hands upon mine trying to comprehend that we're not so far...

"Oh, how I love you, when the evening, when we are sleeping, oh, we are sleeping"

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